It has been interesting to read Rizvan's and Basharat's conversation
about the US and Kashmir. The greater the sensibility and the subtler
its capacity for feeling, the more absurdly it shivers and shudders
over things. It takes extraordinary intelligence to feel anxiety
because of an overcast day.

The hazy torpid day humidly swelters and when you review your life you
could see yourself as a child happy for no reason, as an adolescent
full of ambition, as a full grown man without happiness or ambition.
And it all happens in a haze and a torpor, like this one day.

Who among us, looking back down the path of no return, can say they
followed it in the right way??

Fuad Jan